I’ve been derelict in my writing.
I wish I could say that I haven’t been avoiding it, but the reality is I’ve let my life and school get between me and the words. It’s created a weird angst within me, the calling that usually comes before I cut the reigns and find myself roaming the countryside looking for what’s next.
I’m trying very hard to avoid that this time. I have a good life here in Indiana and the opportunity to do some amazing work.
So my former student Tiffany dragged me out into the city for a night of writing at cafes. Her charge: find us places to wander throughout the city. I have to say: she did an amazing job.
Our first stop: Henry’s on East Street. (See my Yelp review here.)
The ever-diligent Tiffany had printed directions for us, which we promptly ignored as we got lost. We somehow turned a 1-minute walk into a 20-minute escapade, although truth be told those are usually the best times. Only the ominous skies kept it from being entirely enjoyable.
But we made it inside before the rains came.
We plugged in and started working at 3:30 and stayed until just before closing at 7 pm.